They are obviously made of paper, and everything is very delicate. It can be seen that the hands of the people who tied these lanterns are very skillful.
"He has obviously been very busy recently, busy revising the laws of the Northern Dynasties. Where did he find the time to do all this?" An Xiyue thought to himself.
However, if you really want to modify it, it is not that easy, and it cannot be completed in a short time.
At this time, more and more lights were on, but a grand scene suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. A large sea of flowers appeared in front of her, "Where did you get so many crabapple flowers, but they are really beautiful."
"Yue'er, do you like it?" At this moment, Nangong Yuanyi suddenly appeared in front of her wearing a black costume.
An Xiyue smiled silly at him: "Did you give me the Begonia flower?"
"It's so obvious, can't you see it? Recently, I saw that you were very tired from taking care of the old lady, so I thought of a way to please her."
At this time, An Xiyue smiled even more cheerfully: "Fool, how do you know that I particularly love Begonia flowers?"
"You used to have crabapple flowers embroidered on your clothes, and you also taught the people there to plant them when you were in southern Xinjiang. Aren't these the things that Madam likes?"
Regarding An Xiyue's preferences, Nangong Yuanyi is quite confident.
"Are you stupid? I used to embroider begonia flowers on my clothes because my mother liked it. She always liked to embroider them every time she made clothes for me."
"As for the style of dress I want to wear, I'm actually not picky, just be a little plain."
Nangong Yuanyi's eyes widened, as if yes, he had collected the latest styles of clothes in Kyoto, whether they were expensive or ordinary, she accepted them all.
She added: "Actually, I don't like to eat sour food, but I started to like it after getting pregnant. I like to eat spicy food, but I don't like spicy food anymore..."
Nangong Yuanyi's jaw dropped. He had always taken care of her when they were in southern Xinjiang. She liked eating sour food. He thought she had always liked it...
Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, An Xiyue took the initiative to walk to him and said with a playful smile: "However, no matter what my A Yi prepares, I like it. The kind of love that is engraved in my bones, because it is you , I just like it.”
"Actually, I don't even know what my preference is. I have no special requirements, as long as it's comfortable. But I don't know since when, your choice has gradually become my preference."
"Ayi, I am already very happy to have you by my side, to be held in the heart and in the palm of my hand by the one I like."
"Actually, you don't have to do this. Instead, I feel a little guilty." Since returning to Kyoto, her thoughts and energy have been focused on her grandmother, which must have made him feel neglected.
Nangong Yuanyi suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, "Yue'er, having you by my side is enough." They will have their children in the future, and it will all be worth it.
Everything he did was not only for the Miao people, but also for them.
An Xiyue naturally knew what he was thinking. He wanted to move back to Qinzhu Yayuan, which was their first home. Soon, their child will be born. He probably hopes that their child can be born in their home.
"Let's move back." An Xiyue suddenly said.
In an instant, Nangong Yuanyi nodded happily, "Yes."
In fact, he really didn't want her to work too hard. As her belly got bigger and bigger, it became harder and harder to sleep. There were too many people in An's house, which was not conducive to An Xiyue's pregnancy.
